Everyone in the chat group had assumed it was over.
😳 👀
But then they realized the livestream hadn’t ended.
And things were starting to get… weird.
Stella Vermillion: “???”
Stella Vermillion: “Wait, wait, WAIT! What are they doing?!”
Having just arrived at the dorms of Hagun Academy, Stella covered her eyes with both hands.
Her entire face burned scarlet.
Back at Ethan’s house, Mai Sakurajima and Kato Megumi looked much the same.
This could still be streamed?!
Frieren: “Ohhh, so that’s how it works. I get it now.”
Stella: “What exactly are you ‘getting’?! Don’t get it!”
Frieren: “Biological research. What’s the problem?”
Frieren: “Though this seems a little beyond the normal limits of the human body.”
Frieren: “@Saeko Busujima, could you describe how it felt in detail?”
Saeko Busujima: “I…”
Stella: “Don’t say it!”
Stella: “Nobody talks from now on! And stop watching the stream!”
Under her forceful demands, the chat finally quieted down.
But…
The livestream counter was still there.
[Livestream]: 6 people watching.
…
“Dammit…”
“How can they do something like this?!”
Stella had originally gone back to her dorm room planning to change clothes.
Instead, she curled up in the corner of her bed, hands over her eyes.
But the images from the chat group appeared directly in her mind.
Covering her eyes did absolutely nothing.
She just couldn’t understand it.
Why were there so many… positions?
And that thing was terrifying!
If she ever ended up like Ayame Yomogawa…
Just imagining it made her scalp tingle.
“No way. Absolutely impossible!!!”
There was no way she’d ever become like that.
🙅♀️ 🛌
Stella was convinced of it.
She lifted her head—
And suddenly locked eyes with a man outside the window.
💥 🔥
Her expression instantly darkened.
“A peeping tom?! DIE!”
“Wait, this is a misunderstanding—!”
The man in the tree didn’t even get to finish.
BOOM!!!
Explosive flames burst out through the window.
Stella let out a sigh of relief inside.
Good thing she’d gotten distracted by the livestream and never changed clothes. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Otherwise, the consequences would’ve been unimaginable.
Then she glanced again at the image of Ethan moving rhythmically on-screen.
Her cheeks reddened as she muttered under her breath.
“Men really are all the same.”
Especially that damn voyeur just now!
She hurried to the balcony to check below.
Aside from the burning tree, the peeping tom had already vanished.
But she wasn’t letting this go.
…
Time passed slowly.
Ethan calmly caressed the smooth legs beneath his hands.
Then suddenly, he paused.
He’d heard shouting somewhere in the distance.
Ayame, thinking he wanted to switch positions again, hazily rolled over on her own initiative.
But she quickly realized something was off.
Ethan hadn’t moved.
She turned back.
He seemed to be listening carefully to something.
“Lord Ethan?”
Her voice came out soft and slightly breathless.
Ethan snapped back to himself.
A mysterious smile curved at the corners of his lips.
He lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe.
Then, in a tender voice, he asked:
“Ayame, let me ask you something.”
“Mmh… Lord Ethan… please.”
A blush spread across her face like burning clouds.
“Do you remember what I told you before?”
“W-What was it?”
“I hate it when people point guns at me.”
He lifted a finger toward the sealed carriage door.
“Two cars away, that samurai who offended me earlier is charging over here again with a gun in his hand. What do you think I should do?”
His voice remained gentle.
But he wanted Ayame to make the choice herself.
“Kurusu?!”
Kurusu instantly sobered up.
So Kurusu was provoking Ethan again.
At first, she wanted to plead for mercy.
After all, Kurusu was an exceptionally skilled samurai.
Her late father had trusted him greatly.
And the Kotetsujo needed warriors to protect it.
Especially powerful ones.
But the moment she turned—
She met Ethan’s icy gaze.
“He likes you. That’s why he’s doing this.”
The instant she heard that, the last traces of sympathy in Ayame’s heart vanished.
She understood.
The man behind her possessed an overwhelming sense of possessiveness.
From this moment onward, she belonged to Ethan completely.
🔗 ❤️
Only by doing so could she continue receiving his protection.
So—
She took a deep breath and cast aside her final hesitation.
Then said decisively:
“Lord Ethan, anyone who offends you deserves death.” 🩸 ⚖️
The coldness in his eyes disappeared.
“Haha. Good.”
Ethan narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.
He was extremely pleased with Ayame’s answer.
“Then let him sleep forever inside his fantasies.” 🔮 ☠️
“—?!”
Ayame suddenly felt an unfamiliar chill deep inside her body.
The sensation overwhelmed her instantly, pushing her straight over the edge.
Two train cars away—
“I need to see Lady Ayame! She’s been deceived!!!”
Kurusu roared furiously, shouting that Ayame had been manipulated.
The people around him tried to hold him back.
Then suddenly—
His body froze.
White frost rapidly spread across the carriage.
🥶 ❄️
“So cold!”
Everyone instinctively stumbled backward.
The next moment—
Kurusu turned completely into an ice statue standing in place.
🗿 🧊
His face still carried the same twisted expression from a second earlier.
He died without ever understanding how.
“!!!”
The entire carriage fell deathly silent.
But instead of fear or screams—
The passengers erupted into almost fanatical cries.
“It’s divine punishment!”
“The gods have descended judgment upon him!!!”
In the corner, Mumei silently watched the scene.
Ice…
That was that man’s power.
He truly was like a god.
🌌 🪐
If Brother were to become enemies with someone like him…
“…..”
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